RFID/ V2K The Servants of Hell

by Shelley Williams   Dec 28, 2016

I said not a word
but I wanted them dead,
Those destructive Wemi's
taking over my head.

The voice that's appalling
is not mine alone,
Up against the enemy
the evil forces unknown.

I speak into my head
the demon upload,
No matter the distance
into their system code.

Power to shatter
the souls of the hater,
In a fog of black
their death is far greater.

"Black cloud arise
and curse with desire,
Take stalking eyes
into the dark fire."

Trapped by the shadows,
the demon holds tight,
Engulfed by the flames,
as hell claims this fight.


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